Think of an old thing.
When I was in the first year of junior high school, I was divided into classes. I am confident that I did a good job in Xiaoshengchu exam, and I should be able to enter a good class. Unexpectedly, there are twelve classes in one level department, and I happened to be in the twelfth class with a bad result. Our head teacher is a man. He teaches English. The Qingdao accent and nasal sound are very heavy, but he takes teaching very seriously. Maybe because he didn’t have much experience as a head teacher, maybe because there were so many people in that class. The most noisy students in the grade, he did not establish the prestige at the beginning, and still did not improve in the end.
The most troublesome students gave this class teacher a nickname, Wang Man'er (Man'er, Qingdao dialect, meaning girl). At first, this code name was only circulated after class. Later, even during the breaks in class, some people would whistle and make noises. The head teacher, with dark skin, stopped writing on the blackboard when he heard the booing, turned his head, blushed, but did not get angry. Perhaps because he was a teacher, or because our class was separated by a wall from the well-known dean's office, those students who were still afraid of being punished would converge slightly after the dean's attack. However, they are still not interested in studying day after day. They privately find people in the whole year to form the "Four Heavenly Kings" and "Four Queens". The prerequisite for becoming is that they look good and have good looks among their classmates. "Unshakable" prestige. They will try to look the freshest things, such as dyeing their hair, imitating the chasing after each other in idol dramas, such as climbing with each other to recognize "social brothers", and then these will all flow into the source of gossip among students. The remaining students will either become their followers or go to school in obscurity.
In the latter group of unknowns, there is a girl who, at some point in time, became the target of this group of people's attacks. I remember that she has a very fair skin, has a piano tenth grade, and is a member of the school chorus. Her hair is very long, sometimes in two ponytails, sometimes in twisted braids and then twisted up. Her forehead is always neat, her waist is straight when she walks, she speaks softly, and to avoid it when she smiles. She shows her teeth and will subconsciously cover it with her hands. And these all became the reasons for her to be excluded in the future. Someone picked her head and said that she behaved artificially, that she had bad breath, and that her name had a "Tian" in her name. The most troublesome classmates gave her the nickname: Yoneda Gong. They took dead bugs and put them on her desk, table hole, chair, and schoolbag; they poured water on her schoolbag; the name "Yone Tian Gong" spread quickly in the class, and they scolded them with ugly words She, taking advantage of her carelessness, spit on her textbook. Even the unknown classmates see and hear, but most of them are unwilling to talk to her for fear of causing trouble in their lives. Before being divided into classes, she will try her best to run in physical education class. Before the sports meeting, she will practice every item she likes, and finally choose the two best scores to register for the competition. I sat in front of her, she sometimes borrowed notes from me, and sometimes shared photos of her hanging out with her family. She always smiled, and said politely "Excuse me" and "Thank you" every time she borrowed and repaid.
In the blink of an eye, seventeen years later, I saw a male classmate who was divided into junior high school the day before yesterday and mentioned that female classmate in a chat. The two of them were former elementary school classmates. He said that she went to France after graduating from junior high school and settled there. Now he is studying Western food in his spare time. It was precisely because of this that the two of them started talking again. She sometimes shared some new dishes with him because she knew he wanted to open a restaurant in the future.
The male classmate who first picked her to give her the nickname, just became a father before the Lunar New Year, he said in the circle of friends: I only hope that my child will be an independent mind, know how to be grateful and refuse, and feel bright and comfortable, open and happy. people.
"Let the past pass, everything will get better and better."
"If the past passes like this, it will only get worse in the future."
The past has become the past. We all owe her and apologize.
March 26, 2021
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